Cocaine and rhinestones down some side roads
How the hell could that ever go wrong
Long body Lincoln, what was I thinkin'?
Thinkin' you'd never be gone
Now I'm still out here, ain't seen you in two years
My crazy's comin' on strong
I'm gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
Take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
There ain't nothing 'round here since you left here
To keep me from going insane
So I'm gonna burn out these gears
Tear the tread off these wheels
'Til me losing you doesn't feel like it feels
Gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
Take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
I'm all wild eyed, sunglasses inside
Strung out on you
Little bit shaky, pretty damn crazy
Still mad at the truth
I'm gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
And take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
Yeah, you done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
Waylon In '75 Video (MV)
Performed By: Chayce Beckham
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Brett James, Jon Randall, Lee Miller, Parker McCollum
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Cocaine and rhinestones down some side roads
How the hell could that ever go wrong
Long body Lincoln, what was I thinkin'?
Thinkin' you'd never be gone
Now I'm still out here, ain't seen you in two years
My crazy's comin' on strong
I'm gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
Take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
There ain't nothing 'round here since you left here
To keep me from going insane
So I'm gonna burn out these gears
Tear the tread off these wheels
'Til me losing you doesn't feel like it feels
Gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
Take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
I'm all wild eyed, sunglasses inside
Strung out on you
Little bit shaky, pretty damn crazy
Still mad at the truth
I'm gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
And take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
Yeah, you done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
How the hell could that ever go wrong
Long body Lincoln, what was I thinkin'?
Thinkin' you'd never be gone
Now I'm still out here, ain't seen you in two years
My crazy's comin' on strong
I'm gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
Take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
There ain't nothing 'round here since you left here
To keep me from going insane
So I'm gonna burn out these gears
Tear the tread off these wheels
'Til me losing you doesn't feel like it feels
Gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
Take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
I'm all wild eyed, sunglasses inside
Strung out on you
Little bit shaky, pretty damn crazy
Still mad at the truth
I'm gonna kick out the lights in this sleepy ass town
Let the liquor take hold of my mind
And take a few shots, take a few swings
Put thirty-three holes in that Texaco sign
You're damn right I'm angry
'Cause girl, since you left me
I just can't make nothing feel right
You done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
Yeah, you done wound up my wild side like Waylon in '75
Writer: Brett James, Jon Randall, Lee Miller, Parker McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.